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Can I Boop Your Nose?
Dean x Reader
Word Count: 1,539
Warnings: being crazy? Dean being roofied haha
A/N: This is for @impalaimagining's 2k celebration challenge!!! My word that I picked was 'Crazed'...I hope that all of you enjoy this! Feedback is greatly appreciated!! :D (*Unbeta'd so any and all mistakes are mine! aka it might be total shit lol)

Dean never thought you'd ever go behind his back like you had a few nights ago. Here he was sitting in a chair, in the mental hospital, in the same room Sam was occupying but now it housed you instead. Dean watched as you sat on the bed, picking up imaginary flowers around you and then proceeded to hand them over to him. Cas told him that you would and have been reacting differently than Sam had. You still see Lucifer here and there, he bothers you at night and whispers lies in your ear. Other than that, it's almost like your mind is this innocent psychotic child.

Things weren't really changing with Sam's mental state. Lucifer was everywhere in the room with him and it was ultimately driving him over the edge. Sleep never came to him and his body was starting to change and the three of you took notice at how drastic they were. Sam's eyes looked more red and sunken in, he had scratched on his body from where he thought something was crawling in his skin, and he even looked skinnier because he was barely eating. There was no improvement and you were all scared there wouldn't ever be.

So a few nights ago you decided to take matters into your own hands. You knew you weren't going to regret what you did but you were going to regret hurting Dean in the process.
You got Dean to agree to get drunk with you at the safe house that you were currently holed up in. About five beers, three whiskeys and one shot of tequila later, you slipped a little something into Dean's next drink, hoping to knock him out for the night. You knew he would disagree with your decision right off the bat and there was no time for arguing. There was no use in there being a Winchester going completely insane when the world needed them so much, it was better if it was a nobody like you. Dean needed Sam a whole lot more than he needed you. Within a few minutes Dean was passed out on the couch and you prayed for Castiel.

When you finished explaining to him your plan he gave a heavy sigh and sat down on one of the dining rooms rickety chairs, "Are you sure you want to do this? Dean is going to be very upset, with me, with you and with Sam."

"I don't care Cas, this needs to be done. Whether the boys like it or not. You at least agree with me a little, don't you?"
"I agree that something needs to be done but not this. You could get yourself hurt or you could die from exhaustion."

"Better me than Sam! Please Cas, I'm begging you." You grabbed his hand and held it tightly as he gave you a sad expression, "I'm strong, Cas. I can handle this."

Nodding, Cas stood up, placing two fingers on your forehead and within a few seconds you were standing in Sam's room. Sam was startled that it was just the two of your and tried backing up into the corner of the bed when Cas tried to touch his forehead. "This may sting a little."

Red veins ignited throughout Sam's body, causing him to scream out in pain, traveled up both of Cas's arms until they were flowing through your body. It felt like your whole body was on fire and then it all hit you at once, causing you to collapse on the floor. Sam and Cas helped you up off the floor but when your eyes adjusted all you saw in front of you was Lucifer waving and laughing. Your eyes went wide and your smacked his hands off of you as you coward in the corner of the room, "Get away from me! Don't touch me! Leave me alone!"

"Cas what did you do to her?" Sam asked running his hands through his hair as he watched you start to cry.

"What she asked me to do. Cure you by giving your insanity to her."

"Dean's not going to be happy about any of this." Sam simply stated.

"Trust me. I'm well aware."

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When Dean woke up and was told about what you had done he nearly trashed the entire place. Glass was everywhere and furniture was overturned in his moment of rage. However, ever since he found out he was there by your side every day at the same time and he would stay with you all day until it was lights out. Dean didn't want you being alone in there, at least not in the state that you're in now. Some days you'd make him laugh with the things you'd say and then some days you would worry him with how serious you were or how the way you talked. It was touch and go the first couple of days considering you wouldn't get out from under the bed covers, at least now you're venturing out more.

You shot off the bed and twirled around before grabbing both arms of Deans chair and getting close to his face, basically your nose was touching his, "Can I boop your nose?"

"What?" Dean asked gruffly as he looked into your now crazed y/e/c eyes.

"Can I, Y/N Y/L/N, boop your, as in you, Dean Winchester, nose?" you emphasized as you pointed to yourself and then poked him in his chest.

Dean shook his head, grabbed your forearms and stood up, "No baby, no booping my nose. They're about to bring in your medicine anyhow."

"That stuff doesn't work ya know." You stated as you started jumping on the bed, Dean's hands flying out and instantly catching you when you jumped towards him. "It doesn't make me sleepy. Dickhead won't let me."

"Dickhead meaning Lucifer, right?"

"Uh huh!" You said in a higher pitch for some reason, mostly because you felt like it. Looking to your right you saw Lucifer sitting on the desk with a hand over his chest, "Y/N, now that one hurt. That's not a nickname for your best friend now is it?"

"Shut up, you're not my best friend." Dean scrunched up his brow as he set you down on the bed and looked over to the desk where your sights were set; seeing nothing but books and a lamp.

"That stung even worse, right here." Lucifer pointed towards his heart. "I think you're deliberately trying to hurt my feelings. Which gives me an idea on how to spend our night tonight! We're gonna have a hoot of a time like always!"

"Sweetheart, there's no one over there. He's not real, you hear me? I'm real, I'm right here in front of you. Y/N? Y/N!" Dean snapped his fingers in front of your face but you never looked at him, it's almost like you completely zoned out. When in actuality Lucifer was just telling you how he planned to keep you up all night with visions of Dean dying over and over again; just to 'hurt your feelings.' Dean noticed tears cascading down your cheeks but you still wouldn't look at him. He rubbed his temples and then leaned over to kiss the top of your head. He was fixing this one way or the other. Dean needed to get you back to normal and sane again.

Looking down at your feeble form, which was now leaning back against the metal barred headboard, he saw your head finally turn towards him the moment two of the nurses came in. Kissing the side of your head, he lingered there a bit longer than usual, "I'll be back tomorrow at the same time sweetheart and then maybe you can boop my nose. I love you." Dean waited a moment thinking you'd say it back this time but when you didn't he just made his way out the door. Stopping to watch through the small window as you smacked the small cup of pills out of the nurse's hand and then having to be restrained by the other so you could take the three small pills.

Wiping a hand down his face he made his way down the stark white hallway, it killed him to see any of that happen to you but there was no use in him going in there to punch the nurses when they were only trying to help. It was you who refused to take anything and it was you who started it.
Getting back to the small safe house Sam looked up as the door squeaked, "How's she today?"

"She's getting worse man...I can't...I just want her back. I need her back to normal." He sat placing his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands.

"We'll get her back Dean, I promise." Sam said sympathetically as he watched how Dean's shoulders slumped with despair.

"I know we are because I'm not stopping till she is the same sane Y/N that I fell in love with, not this psychotic woman who wants to boop my nose!"

"Boop your w-what?" Sam clapped his hands as he started laughing.

"Just...shut up."